Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

"I can't see it at all. Alas, I don't know if someone thinks I'm an eyesore to her again," Song Hengjue said quietly, with a bit of resentment, "You don't even bother to coax me, who told me It's better to please her with her brothers and sisters outside..."

With the accusations one after another, Yang Qingheng almost thought that she was some heartless scumbag. She pinched the tip of his nose fondly and said in a funny voice: "If you are going to sing opera again, do you want to build a theater for you?"

Song Hengjue snorted: "You will change the subject."

Yang Qingheng was amused by his angry look, shook her head, reached out and opened another suitcase next to her, took out a large pile of clothes, and wanted to hang them in the closet.

Song Hengjue was getting angry with her. When he saw clearly what she was holding, his expression suddenly changed. He snatched it away and stuffed it into the suitcase without concealing it: "You said you didn't have a good rest. Go and rest quickly. I'll just take care of it here."

Song Hengjue probably didn't know how erratic his eyes were now, but Yang Qingheng could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him.

"What is this? Let me take a look." She squinted her eyes and examined him.

Song Hengjue also realized that his reaction was too great. He coughed dryly and pretended to be calm. In fact, his heart almost jumped out of his throat: "Aren't they all your clothes? Don't you know? Go and have a rest quickly. Look at you, you two." You have big dark circles under your eyes, and those who didn’t know better thought you were a panda turned into a spirit.”

"Then you take care of yourself, I'm going back to sleep." Yang Qingheng nodded, as if she was persuaded by him, turned around and walked outside.

Before Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly turned around and took out the pile of clothes from the suitcase. After seeing it clearly, she was angry and funny: "Song Hengjue, you are sick, stealing other people's clothes." what?"

And looking at him like that, it doesn’t look like he’s unaware at all!

Song Hengjue originally had a guilty conscience, but when he heard Yang Qingheng say it was stolen, he became unconvinced and frowned: "You bought it for me in the first place. What happened to me when I took it back? How can things between lovers be considered stolen?"

He hasn't complained that Tang Bainian snatched his clothes and wore them for so long. How generous of him.

Song Hengjue thought about Tang Bainian's shamelessness in keeping him in the dark for so long and playing him so hard that he almost exploded with anger.

Although he disliked the clothes Tang Bainian wore, he would not let Tang Bainian wear them if he threw them away.

"When did I say it was for you..." Yang Qingheng retorted subconsciously. Something flashed through her mind, and she suddenly got stuck. She stopped quickly and almost bit her tongue.

It’s unclear why Song Hengjue thought the clothes were bought for him!

Thinking that Song Hengjue was wearing the same sweater every day after that day, Yang Qingheng felt a little guilty.

She originally planned to buy a few pieces for him and Tang Bainian, but she didn't expect that Tang Bainian came over after finishing choosing Tang Bainian and failed to buy anything for Song Hengjue.

Strictly speaking, this dress was actually bought by her for Tang Bainian.

But how dare she say it.

Thinking of Tang Bainian's expression after discovering that his clothes were missing, he was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground and almost couldn't find a crack to get in.

Why hasn’t the earth exploded yet?

He gritted his teeth and pushed Song Hengjue's shoulder: "Hurry up and find someone to send him back. I can't afford to lose face."

The dignified Boss Boxiang stole clothes from other people's homes. It would be embarrassing to tell people. She didn't want to lose face with him.

"If you don't return it, I'll ask Fang Nan to buy him new ones." Song Hengjue felt panicked at the thought of Tang Bainian wearing the clothes Yang Qingheng bought for him, and refused to let go.

Yang Qingheng remained silent, but in the end he did not force Song Hengjue to send him back.

Ever since she knew Tang Bainian's thoughts about her, she always felt strange in her heart. If Tang Bainian appeared in front of her again wearing the clothes she bought...

Yang Qingheng shuddered and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

New is better, new is better, new styles are better looking.

She finally convinced herself, confessed to Song Hengjue, and went back to her room. She passed by the mirror and glanced over there.

What Song Hengjue said just now was without any moisture at all. The two big dark circles on her face made me scared to see her. Calling her a panda spirit would not be unfair to her at all.

In the past few days, I had been busy helping Tang Bainian find connections to change public opinion. Last night, I was pestered by Song Hengjue and spent the whole night playing nonsense. It would be strange if I didn't feel haggard.

He quickly rolled onto the bed to catch up on his sleep.

Song Hengjue didn't know if it was because he was going back to Hainan Province the day after tomorrow, and he wasn't going to the company either. He wished he could stay with her 24 hours a day, pestering Yang Qingheng so much that he couldn't even go to class, so he simply told Lotus Sun and the others, She planned to rest at home until Song Hengjue returned to Hai Province and then go back to work.

"How did you find a place like this?" Yang Qingheng looked at the hotel in front of him and asked in surprise.

She passes by here every day and often eats here with her partners. She didn't realize that there is such a shop at the end of this street. It seems to be quite large and crowded.

Song Hengjue pinched her fingers and gave the waiter a few words before saying: "I got off work late at night and all the shops around me were closed. I have been here once and I didn't expect the taste to be good. I heard that the former was a state-owned restaurant and the chefs there were all good."

Hearing him say it was a state-owned hotel, Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows and looked around. Sure enough, many of them were older brothers and sisters in their forties or fifties.

I guess I came here with a bit of nostalgia.

The hotel was different from others in that there were no private rooms. Song Hengjue knew that she liked to be quiet, so he found a table in the corner and sat down.

He was right, the food here was really good. Yang Qingheng actually ate half a bowl more rice today. Seeing him pay the money, she was satisfied and went out, thinking about going to the mall and buying some clothes for Song Hengjue.

There is no need for capital in Hainan. It's still spring here, but it's already summer over there. He can't wear long-sleeved singles, so he needs to bring him some short-sleeved shirts back.

Just two steps outside, I heard a familiar voice: "Qingheng? Why are you here?"

Yang Qingheng froze and subconsciously shook off Song Hengjue's hand, feeling a little at a loss: "Mom and Dad, I'm coming over for dinner."